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#14
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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(I'll compile this tomorrow, when my internet is hopefully being more cooperative)
Whirling, he dropped, falling flat with a wince. They never hunted alone, and every one of those knives was dripping with enough poison to...
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 05-31-2011, 11:58 PM
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